When he was so far out that he could look back not only on the little bay but past the stretch of rock that was between it and the seashore, he floated on the warm surface and looked for his mother. There she was a line yellow dot under an umbrella that looked like a piece of orange-skin. He swam back to shore,relieved at being sure she was there,but all at once very lonely. On the other side of the bay was a loose scattering of rocks. Above them, some boys were stripping off their clothes. They came running,their bodies bare,down to the rocks. Jerry swam towards them,and kept his distance a little way off. They were off that coast, all of them burned smooth dark brown,and speaking a language he did not understand. To be with them,of them,was a feeling that filled his whole body. He swam a little closer:they turned and watched him with narrowed, attentive dark eves. Then one smiled and waved. It was enough nervousness. They shouted cheerful greetings at him,and then,as he preserved his nervous,puzzled smile,they understood that he was a foreigner who had wandered from his own part of the sands, and they promptly forgot him. But he was happy. He was with them. They began diving again and again from a high point into a well of blue sea between rough,pointed rocks. After they had dived and come up,they swam round,pulled themselves up,and waited their turn to dive again. They were big boys—men to Jerry. He dived,and they watched him,and when he swam round to take his place, they made way for him. He felt he was accepted,and he dived again,carefully, proud of himself. Soon the biggest of the boys balanced himself, shot down into the water and did not come up. The others stood about,watching. Jerry,after waiting for the smooth brown head to appear,let out a cry of wamingjthey looked at him idly and turned their eyes back towards the water. After a long time,the boy came up on the other side of a big dark rock,letting the air escape suddenly from his lungs with much coughing and spitting,and giving a shout of satisfaction,immediately,the rest of them dived in. One moment the morning seemed full of boys as noisy as a crowd of monkeys;the next,the air and the surface of the water were empty. But through the heavy blue,dark shapes could be seen moving and searching. Jerry dived,shot past the school of underwater swimmers,saw a black wall of rock towering over him. touched it. and shot up at once to the surface,where the rock formed a low wall he could see across. There was no one in sight,under him,in the water;the shadowy shapes of the swimmers had disappeared. Then one and then another of the boys came gap or hole in it. He dived down again. He could see nothing through the stinging salt water but the solid rock. When he came up,the boys were all on the diving rock,preparing to attempt the trick again. And now,overcome with a sense of failure,he shouted up in English:"Look at me! Look! "and he began splashing and kicking in the water like a foolish dog.
It can be concluded from the passage that_____.
A．Jerry was not a good swimmer
B．Jerry failed to gain acceptance by the other boys
C．Jerry was on holiday abroad
D．Jerry was not on good terms with his mother
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About the same time, Georges Cuvier made the same discovery while studying the rocks around Paris.
